Graham Stephan Books Novels & Stories

Before Stephen came in, Angela had just sat back down at her desk. She was deep in thought about how to get tickets to Bamford Co.'s industry training event from Dexter. Suddenly, Stephen knocked on her door and entered her office. "What are you up to, Ms. Graham?" Stephen was a man in his early 30s. He was tall and slim with a calm and composed personality. He had a close relationship with Callum. Angela had a good impression of him so far. She got up from her seat and poured him some tea.

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Ellie's Pov Months later everything felt different but good. My book came out under a fake name. No one knew it was me except Jax and my editor. He pushed me to send it to publishers when I was too scared. He read every chapter first and said it was the hottest thing he ever read. He said people needed stories like mine. When the sales numbers came in he held me tight on the couch and whispered that I did it. The book was a bestseller. Women wrote online about how it made them feel seen. I smiled every time the numbers went up.

It’s a teen romance/young adult and I’ll still have many more teen romance books after it ends. For the sneak peek of my werewolf story, hehe, I’ll just say I’m really excited about it because of a lot of things. I won’t mention much other than that it has a forbidden trope! Watch out for the ride! Finally, this book! My stepbrother. We’ve reached the end of Elizabeth and James’ story and I hope you all enjoyed their journey with all the happiness and sadness that came with it. Of course, this is the official end, but I want to know if you’d love me to write some short chapters on either James and Elizabeth’s story after uni? Samantha and Gabriel’s story or Zara and her mysterious man’s stor

When I’m done, Annie is silent for a long minute before finally saying, “wow. You should write that down, it would make one hell of a book.” I smile slightly, “I don’t think anyone would want to read about step siblings fucking.” She cocks her head to the side, “you’d be surprised. I’m sorry though, about your baby. George and I went through something similar and it took us a while to get back to where we were, but it’s worth the effort.” “Thanks,” I tell her with a small sad smile. “How did you guys do it? James.. it’s like he’s afraid to touch me. Afraid to fuck me.”

Mark stepped inside without waiting for permission. The second the door shut, the kitchen warmth felt like it had been drained out of the apartment. > “You’ve been busy,” he said casually, glancing around like he was appraising the walls. “Cooking. Playing house. Pretending you’re free.” I crossed my arms. “If you came here to lecture me, save it. I’m not in the mood.” He smiled faintly—just enough to show he knew exactly where my breaking points were. > “If you weren’t in the mood, you’d have slammed the door in my face. No, son… you’re curious. You want to know why I’m here.”

Bronte’s POV The drive back from meeting Jake left me shaken. He had begged me to tell him what was going on. He said I looked scared. He said he still loved me, for a moment, sitting on that park bench, I almost broke. I almost told him everything, that I was fucking my stepfather, that I couldn’t stop, that the danger turned me on more than anything ever had. But I didn’t. I lied. I told him I was just stressed about school and the new marriage. He didn’t believe me, but he let me go.

She questioned. A hint of smile appeared on my lips before I could control it. “It is nothing.” “No, girl. Don’t give me that nothing bullshit. Sleeping over at your stepbrother’s house doesn’t mean nothing.” I rolled my eyes. “Stop calling him my stepbrother.” “Is he not? See? You even hate the sound of it. I wasn’t lying when I said you have fallen for him.” I slapped my forehead. “It isn’t my fault.” “Trust me, I understand. I’d want a little of him too if I was in your position. Hot tattooed professors like that are very rare.” She admitted. “So, did you guys have sex?” She asked.

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

“Your formula is already incorrect.” I stare at him. “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re skipping steps…..again.” I groan loudly and drop my head back against the couch. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Stephen doesn’t even bother pretending. “A little.” Of course he is. The living room floor is covered in books now. My books, his books, printed lecture notes, and empty coffee cups. We’ve basically turned the dorm into a war zone of economics. Stephen sits across from me at the table, perfectly composed as usual. His sleeves are rolled up and his hair is slightly messy from running his hands through it earlier, but he still somehow looks put together.